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Great, now I'm going to get smirks and giggles from the cashiers at the grocery store.

You see I'm a watermelon man. I'm one of those guys that can eat a whole watermelon, all by himself.

Or, if they're on sale or if we are in the middle of a heat wave, I've been known to buy two or three at a time.

Hey, let me get this straight, I've been buying them because I like that sweet, refreshing taste.

Now because of this discovery (Watermelon Has Viagra-Like Effect, Say Scientist"), every old guy with a watermelon in his buggy is going to get ridiculed. 

I can just hear that arrogant 17 year old bag boy now: "Hey Mr. Loman, what's up?" "Do you need some help, today?"

Now wait a minute. This does explain a few things.

My wife is always saying, "Aw come on Willy, buy two, you know how much you like them. It'll be a treat for you."

Hell, last winter she had me driving all over the city to find imported watermelons. She bought two at $35.00 a pop.


Damn it, I am a watermelon man. 



Comments

JimBobby said…
Whooee! $35 for wattymelons?!? Viagra's only about $15 a pop. Less bloating, too. No seeds, neither. Not as tasty, I'll allow.

JB

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